Happy Birthday, My Love

14 years ago you were born.

Your Mom wasn't so interested in being a mom so you ended up with me.

Really just by accident.

I wasn't looking for a dog.

But you were supposed to come to me.

Some kind of crazy fate.

We had some rough spots, those first few years.

I wasn't sure we'd survive it.

You were wild.

I mean crazy, bounce off the walls, bug me until I screamed...wild.

Yeah...that kind.

But you were so smart.

And fun.

Oh, the hours and hours we played frisbee.

And you LOVED me.

...and I loved you

We grew a lot together.

You were, in so many ways, my very best friend.

Still are.

We're both older.

I wish dogs lived as long as people.

You don't see as well.

I'm chubbier.

You don't hear as well.

I have more wrinkles.

You're not as quick as you once were.

Me neither.

I wish for you as much more good time as God sees fit.

And long sunny afternoons on the porch.

Some good swims.

Belly rubs and extra treats.

A dog to bark at once in a while.

And that you always feel safe and loved.

Happy birthday.